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February 28th, 2006
An Adventure
“Kyle, Kyle” my dad whispered.
I said “What?”
“Are you going hunting?” he asked.
‘No, I’m sleepy” I replied drowsily.
A few minutes later I walked into the living room half asleep, and said to my dad “ I’ll go”.
“Ok, get dressed,” he said.
I put on my clothes and got in the truck. On the way to our property, I fell asleep, and when we got there I woke up. My dad handed me the keys saying “Open the gate,” I can still remember getting out of the truck with the cold metal key in my hand, unlocking the rusty lock, and opening the gate. He drove through the gate, and I hopped I in.
We got out and sat on the cold, hard ground. It was so cold, that I felt like I was sitting in one of those vibrating chairs, because I was shivering.
I struck my call, and in a flash all I heard was, gobble, gobble, and gobble. It was a big turkey. We walked down the hill and set up. I sat on the cold ground again. It was a matter of time when we spotted the turkey. My dad was trying to fade his hen call. We heard running in the leaves when I saw him. A big fat gobbler strutting. Boom
“I got him ,” I yelled. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I picked up the turkey and took it to the truck.
By Kyle
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